I despise the very intentional moments
Gaslit promises
Empty vessels
Bringing forth life
To pass
Down trauma.
Oh, you think you can buy me?
Well that’s a shame,
Reciprocity is free.
Tisk tisk,
Nice watch on your wrist
But we are all running out of time
See
Even if it’s brand new
On acres of land
I’ll lace up my shoes
I’ll hop a flight
I won’t stay in a chaotic home
One more night.
I don’t require money
I don’t wear much jewelry
But what about reciprocity?
Manipulate the masks you wear
For surely they all fall off anyway.
I can’t blame you for
The naivety in me
Allowed you to pounce
On my vulnerability.
Crazy how those teenage wounds
Still clung to us.
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